The morning is calm. The sun is now rising behind the mountains having its orange light trying to break free. Birds are chirping everywhere. It's a beautiful day.
Jogging in the morning is really refreshing. With everyday life this has become my habit. Turning 18 was nothing, it only changes some part of my life like going to prison, the real prison. But the me that I know is still the same.
Same dark eyes, red hair and fiery attitude. With my height of 5'5 I fall on the average category. Werewolves are know for their looks. Everyone is perfect, as what human say but when you grow up with bunch of werewolves you will see some flaws too or it's just that we werewolves have a different standard.
I jog some more before I stopped at the bench. I saw some people starting their morning routine and gave them a smile.
This park is one of my favorite place to spend my time at. With our pack being at the center of a freaking forest sometimes you feel like an alien to the outside world.
As a pack of werewolves we must all stick together unless you want to be independent and earn the trust of all the elders then you might get a shot of spending some of your time out of this pack.
I only knew few of those trusted werewolves though one still need to abide with all the rules that the pack has unless he or she wanna go rouge which is nasty and no one wants that because you loose your shit or brain.
"Sarah" I heard my name being called.
"I heard it was your birthday yesterday, you didn't even trow a party" I think his name is Kyle or something. He probably shifted into a wolf when he was 16 since his body is all muscles and such. Most werewolves are handsome but for me only few are.
I can't deny that this guy is not a hot since he is. He just doesn't fit in my category. Oh! Wait, no one fits my category.
"Ah, yeah I'd rather stay at home and sleep than party with some people I barely know" I said honestly. I don't like spending time with people whose not in my circle. One reason why I did not trow a party was because no one is in my circle except my family and few picked people who are able to crack my walls.
"You really are something, so have you shifted to your wolf yet?" He asked like we're close with each other. We don't even meet eyes at school.
"Um, not yet. Why do you ask?" I curiously asked. He shifted his feet and look elsewhere. He's going to lie.
"Oh, nothing I was just curios" now feeling irritated with him I narrowed my eyed and growl or tried to. He suddenly looked at me.
"We're not friends and definitely we don't keep tabs with each other so you asking something so personal to me is either you like me or you're-" he cut my sentence then.
"No I don't like you like that" and I don't like you too. Who does he think he is. Being ask about such thing is a sensitive topic for me since I'm the only one who haven't shifted in our age group.
"So what is it then?" I cross my hand and look at his eyes.
"Um, ah..." this guy is stupid. He is looking everywhere except me.
"Um ah what? Or is that the way you communicate? but I'm sure you just spoke English awhile ago" my eyes not leaving his face and as I finish my sentence he looked at me.
"Um... the thing is....shit!"
"Spit it out Kyle or whatever your name is" this werewolves lives is gossip I don't even know that guys could also do it. Pathetic.
"They made a bet and it's John" what's with this people? Oh! Wait, it's werewolf.
"bet? What about the bet? Don't you have other things to do than do stupid things?" Irritated with this... what's his name again?
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SARAH
Werewolf"Are you on a pick nick?" He asked but I was still entrance with his eyes that only half of my brain was functioning thankful that it still has the urges to reply. "Yeah" I replied. "Alone?" He asked. It's amazing how those three colors could mix...
